SAINT RUTHIE

Resembling little angels in our virginal mantillas like halos over Shirley Temple curls, my fair-haired BFF Cindy and I paced in the foyer of Our Lady of Guadalupe Church in our spotless white dresses. “It’s time. Are you scared?” I whispered to Cindy, her blue eyes wide. Then I let go of her hand. IContinue reading “SAINT RUTHIE”